Johnny Outlaw, rock legend and lead singer of
The Resistance, is here to watch us play. But he’s not the only familiar face
in the crowd—killer little body, heart-shaped face, and drop-dead gorgeous.

Hannah Nichols sitting at the bar makes it
hard to concentrate, sparks already reigniting. The beauty was never a groupie
and tonight she’s not here to catch our show. She came to drop a bomb. “You
have a son.”

She underestimated me. I’ll prove to my son, and
her, that I can be the dad he needs.

What is it about musicians? Why are they so damn
sexy?

My heart was Jet Crow’s the moment he opened
his sexy mouth and sang that first song. One stolen night with that man would
never be enough, but I’m not here to fall into his bed. Again. I’m here
to fight for custody of a son he’s never known.

There’s just one problem. Those sparks between us have become flames. If we’re not careful we’re
both going to get burned.

Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She’s obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she’s a pro.